Thursday, February 26, 2015

“Nobody can
be exactly like me. Sometimes even I have trouble doing it.”
― Tallulah Bankhead

The
other day I was at the mall when the sight of a teenager shuffling around in
flannel pajama bottoms reminded me of my days of teaching and the constant
struggle over the kids’ sartorial choices. My urban school system finally
decreed uniforms for everyone, but the students still managed to put their
personal stamp on whatever they wore.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

I never made it to the YMCA this
morning thanks to a blockade of snow after last night’s present from above. I
was feeling a little guilty this morning until later when I reviewed today’s
events. Any more wintertime projects and I may need a nice rehab center.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

These are the times
storms that try men’s souls. (Thanks, Thomas Paine. And right about now
the idea of “The summer
soldier and the sunshine patriot” is pretty appealing.) This particular
winter is testing everyone’s patience.

Monday, February 16, 2015

I
was in between snowstorms and contractors and had reached the point where a
trip to CVS sounded as exciting as MardiGras
in Rio. I gathered a bagful of donations for our local
survival center and saddled up for a day of errands.

Friday, February 13, 2015

We’re
getting a little punchy here under this winter’s white-out conditions. On a
trip to re-fill the bird feeders, my husband created this new friend out of one
of the several foothills that have grown on our deck.